Ashley & Me
If names are a prediction of the physical or emotional traits a baby will grow into, then my parents got it all wrong when they named me Tiny. Maybe I was Tiny back then but now, twenty years later, I was anything but Tiny.
However, when it came to my three identical sisters, maybe they got it right with Ashley. I could understand what they'd been striving for, you know, A, B and C. Ashley, Blaire, and Claire. But while Blaire and Claire rhymed, Ashley didn't.
And, just as her name didn't rhyme with the others, neither did her behavior fall into line with the others either. I'm not sure if she was living up to her different name, or if our parents had accurately predicted her future rebellious spirit.
Regardless of the reason Ashley, simply put, was her own person. She was the captain of her ship and chose to ride the stormy seas as opposed to the calmer waters where our sisters sailed. Just as mysterious was why she unexpectedly chose to drop anchor in my harbor.
"Teach me how to kiss," she suddenly blurted out one day.
From a physical aspect all three of my sisters were identical. Dark brown hair, blue eyes, and slender, shapely bodies. But the devil was in the details. While Blaire and Claire allowed their hair to grow out, reaching nearly all the way down their backs, Ashley's was short and sassy, teased into spikes and frozen with hair spray. And unlike her more conservative sisters, Ashley chose to wear skimpier attire.
So when she plopped down on the living room couch beside me and asked me that rather unusual question I could only blankly look at her. For the first time I gazed at her not as my sister but as a potential girlfriend, assessing her physical attributes, grading her worthiness. And what I discovered was nothing less than impressive.
The naturally appealing look of her blue eyes were covered over by colored contacts, giving them a wilder appearance by mixing gold and brown in the irises. She didn't avert her gaze or even blink for that matter as I gazed into them.
When my attention lowered I saw the blouse she was wearing. But she'd somehow taken a conservative top and turned it into something quite different. Three top buttons were left undone which created a deep V that left half of her perky breasts exposed, nearly to the point where I was sure I could see a hint of pink where her areolas were.
My attention must have been arousing to her since I was confident my stare caused the nipples to stiffen, just as my cock began to twitch with life. The bottom half of her blouse was tied off into a knot leaving her midriff exposed, along with the gold belly-button piercing that had caused such a family rift at its initial discovery earlier that year.
Perhaps she saw my lips curl into a slight smile because hers also widened in a grin.
"You think its sexy," she decided as her arms crossed.
I nodded. "Yes, I do. Always did, actually. It fits you."
"You can touch it," she offered.
I didn't.
My eyes instead lowered, admiring the extremely tiny shorts she had on. I could swear that the very top of her crotch was exposed, along with all of her shapely legs. They shifted apart, perhaps intentionally showing me the inner thighs all the way up to the bottom edge of her crotch, or merely by chance. Regardless of the reason my manhood began aching uncomfortably.
"Well, do I pass?" she asked.
My eyes returned to hers and saw her cute smile. I asked, "What?"
"You were checking me out," Ashley pointed out. "It's not like I didn't notice. Am I hot enough for you to kiss me?"
"It wasn't a test. I just never looked so closely at you before now, never had a reason to," I said. "I'm sure there are plenty of guys at school who'd count themselves lucky to teach you how to kiss."
"And two teachers too," she added with a wink. "But you've been moved to the top of the list. You should feel lucky that I did that."
"It's not a list I should be on at all, Ashley. I'm your older brother. It's not appropriate to kiss your brother, at least not the way you have in mind," I pointed out as the aching in my crotch increased proportionately with the rigidity and size of my cock. "Just because I'm twenty doesn't mean I have any more experience at kissing than you do. You might reconsider and place one of the teachers at the top since teaching is what they do."
She sighed, making it clear that my gentle refusal was frustrating her. "If it makes you feel any better you're only my half-brother."
I knew she was right. My mom and dad split apart when I was one. A year later he remarried another woman whom he had triplets with.
"It's still not right," I argued. "Pick somebody else from that list."
Her eyes took on an emotionally distressed appearance as she finally admitted, "I can't."
I challenged her answer with, "You can't or you won't?"
"Both. I won't because I can't, and I can't because I really, really, really want to kiss you."
I nodded, suddenly getting it. "So the whole 'teaching you how to kiss' thing was something you made up just as an excuse to kiss me. Am I understanding this right?"
Ashley nodded.
"And you're not going to stop pestering me until I do," I assumed. "If I can even get past the fact that you're my half-sister. If we do try and it's too creepy I'm stopping."
"Please, we can try. All I ask is that you just give it a chance, but a real chance. You can't just chicken out after a couple of seconds," she urged. "Please, Tiny. If it doesn't work out then I'll try and find somebody else."
I gave in, not telling her that I'd grown curious to experience what it would be like to kiss my sexy younger sister, letting Ashley think this was all her idea and I was just doing her a favor.
But in my mind this was something I'd wanted to do with her ever since she turned eighteen. I'd just been too scared to tell her how I felt. I was really hoping that kissing her wouldn't creep me out because I was pretty sure it'd be a very fun thing to do.
"Did you have any place special in mind, or do you want to try it here?" I asked as my stomach knotted with nervous excitement.
"This is good, mind if I sit on your lap?"
I wouldn't have wanted to try it any other way. "Sure."
She threw her right leg over my lap and settled down facing me. Sensing my discomfort Ashley took the lead, grasping my left hand and guiding it to the back of her neck, then placing my right one on the left side of her bare waist.
"When we're kissing move your hands around, don't be afraid of touching me, that's what I want you to do," she reassured me up front as she acted the part of the older, more experienced sibling. "If the kissing goes okay, if it doesn't creep you out or anything and you want to try using your tongue, it's okay with me."
I felt the heat rise to my face as I was embarrassed at being upstaged. "I'm not sure who's teaching who here."
"Are you okay with this?" she asked before we got started.
"Yeah, I think so. Let's just get going before I change my -"
Before I knew it her arms were tightly coiled around my neck and her soft, moist lips, partially open, were covering mine. Initially I was aware of the amazing scent of her hair and perfume, causing me to breathe in even deeper so I could immerse myself in the pleasing combination of aromas. Next I focused on the feel of those velvety lips which were thicker than mine and tasted like fresh-picked strawberries.
I could hear warm breath leaving her nostrils and cascading down my lower face. It had a minty smell. I was surprised by how many different aromas there were to experience in something as simple as a kiss, not to mention the feel of her lips and silky skin under my fingers.
Oh, that's right, she said she wanted me to touch her, I reminded myself.
As my left hand on the back of her neck squeezed and released I pulled her more tightly into my body. That was when I felt her breasts pressing against my chest, the hard nipples stiff and throbbing. My cock completed its expansion and filled my jeans with its straining hardness.
This was when I pulled my mouth away from hers.
"Please don't tell me you're getting creeped out because this is so incredibly nice," she immediately spoke up, her alluring blue eyes filled with a pleading expression.
"No, it's great," I agreed, putting her alarm to rest. "It's just... you know, doing this with you... please don't make fun of me getting hard, agreed?"
Her relief was evident as she nodded several times. "As long as you don't tease me if my shorts get wet, because it's not pee that you're seeing."
I smiled warmly. "It's a deal."
No longer feeling that I had to hide my arousal from her was very liberating for me. I trusted her promise the same as she trusted mine, that we wouldn't tease or have to be ashamed of the physical effects our kissing had on our bodies. Especially considering that neither of us had any control over it to begin with.
When our kissing resumed my hands became more active. As our parted lips met and moved around, my fingers and palms tenderly caressed her neck up and down as my hand on her waist moved to her back and daringly ventured under the back of her blouse, rubbing on her lower and upper back to her obvious approval.
When I was ready, and it may have taken me fifteen minutes or longer, the very tip of my tongue moved between her lips. It was met by hers, flicking against mine in a welcoming gesture. As my confidence waxed my tongue ventured deeper until both of our tongues were fully engaged in the most amazing kissing I'd ever experienced before.
Where the time went I had no idea. An hour slipped past like a minute, then another. When the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway could be heard I knew we had to stop.
"It's dad, we have to quit," I told her.
Her face revealed a look of deep disappointment. "I know, but I don't want to."
"Come on, get up, I have to go to my bedroom before he sees me," I told her hurriedly, my panic evident. When she backed off of my lap and I saw the dark stain in the crotch of her shorts I added, "You should probably change too."
* * * * *
I worked nights at a recycling plant thirty minutes away from where I lived. Ashley was all I could think about. Kissing her was, in a word, the most awesome fun I'd ever had. In my mind I equated it to trading in a Volkswagen for a Ferrari.
Not that I meant to demean Liz, a girlfriend I briefly dated in my senior year when I was eighteen, but I'd lacked confidence and was inept. That had probably been more my fault as it was doomed from the start because my heart really wasn't into it. But Ashley, I could only respect how she'd voiced her passion, taken control, and literally blown my socks off.
Ashley had given me a kiss before I left and invited me to kiss her when I got home. My cheek still burned from the sizzle of her lips being placed against it.
"Truck's in," a voice called out with a loud clap of hands. "Tiny, get on the forklift. Everybody else, it's show-time."
The night was a blur as I made it through mechanically, like a robot, as my mind wildly raced. I couldn't wait until I could kiss her sweet mouth, to feel her silky tongue upon mine again. Whenever that was, it couldn't be soon enough.
When I returned home it was shortly after six. Ashley was waiting for me on the couch. Our parents and other sisters wouldn't be up for another thirty minutes. Thirty precious, special minutes, as it turned out.
Ashley looked so beautiful to my eyes, her slender figure smiling up at me invitingly as it was clad in an over-length yellow t-shirt. The swell of her breasts were visible underneath. She didn't have to say a word because I wanted the same thing she did. We took up the same position as we had the previous afternoon, our hearts rapidly beating in anticipation.
As she climbed onto my lap she raised the shirt and bunched it up at her waist, revealing the white bikini panties she had on underneath. My sister looked so good that the mere sight of her had my cock stirring with arousal, balls starting to throb with still-as-yet unfulfilled longing for the pleasure I knew her body could bring to mine.
I placed my hands where I knew she liked them in preparation, but before we started her dazzling blue eyes peered into mine and she whispered, "You can touch me anywhere you want."
It was an open invitation that wasn't lost on me, but I wasn't yet ready to accept. Moments later our partially open lips met, gently at first until our passion built. Then our tongues became fully involved and our embrace became feverish, the kissing deep and hard as our heads tilted one way, then the other.
With my left hand gripping the back of her neck, holding her mouth tightly against mine, my right moved under the shirt she had on and was caressing the bare skin of her waist underneath. My fingers eventually found her belly-button ring and rimmed the depression before turning the gold band back and forth between my digits.
As her words, You can touch me anywhere you want, reverberated through my head, her bare boobs temptingly close, I still wasn't mentally or emotionally prepared to take things to the next step so quickly. But the fact that I knew I could, when I was ready, was somehow reassuring to me.
It wasn't long before I was fully erect and throbbing with eager excitement, unhindered by embarrassment. My sister was well aware of my aroused condition as well and I could feel her crotch making slight movements as she rubbed her pussy against the pounding hardness.
I pretended not to notice as she tried, or so I thought, to keep me from realizing what it was that she was doing. Being used as a sex toy was quite an erotic experience for me.
We kissed hard and deep without interruption until an alarm went off in somebody's room. Taking our cue our lips reluctantly parted and she backed off my lap. After I stood up we shared a final kiss before going our separate ways.
* * * * *
As I lay in bed listening to my sisters and parents going through their morning routines before leaving for school or work, I rolled a condom over my rigid shaft and relieved the stress of my arousal. Thinking of my sister for just a few minutes as my left hand squeezed and stroked was enough to achieve the release that I needed.
I was still surprised that it hadn't been creepy at all making out with my sister. My thought that it might be great fun had been accurate, because I wanted to never have to stop. But that was when sensations of guilt made their presence known. Doing anything sexual with your sister was strictly forbidden and probably criminal, even though we both wanted it.
But why did we want to? Besides the obvious reason, because it was great fun, why were we drawn to one another with such a powerful attraction? I had plenty of questions and no good answers so I pushed the thoughts from my mind and went to sleep, the promise of being alone with Ashley again later in the day comforting me.
I received several sexually suggestive text messages from my sister when I checked my phone after waking up. I even saw an up-the-blouse picture of one of her boobs, the pink nipple appearing to be swollen. The picture wasn't very clear but the intent was -- she couldn't wait to see me and I was free to explore her sexy body whenever I was ready to do so.
Ashley hurried home after school knowing I'd be there waiting for her. Luckily my other two sisters were heavily involved in various afterschool activities that kept them busy and away from home until about the same time as our parents got back from work. This private time was priceless to us, and we made the most of it.
With barely sharing a hurried "Hello", she was on my lap facing me, our hungry lips anxiously embracing. As we frantically kissed I considered taking things to the next level, tempted to touch the breasts she'd given me a hint of, but I was still working through the guilt and confusion of just getting past the kissing we were so recklessly engaging in.
How Ashley managed to do so with no evidence that she was also dealing with what I was made me question if I might be making more of this than I should be. When I was with her it didn't feel like I was doing something terribly wrong, just afterwards when I had time to reflect. I was in an emotional quandary, wanting more while also struggling to accept the little intimate contact we were already involved in.
Once the others returned Ashley and I reluctantly separated and went about the evening with need in our hearts. The next morning, as she had before, she awoke early and met me at the door when I arrived, the embrace lasting for as long as it could.
This continued for the rest of this week and the following one as she demonstrated patience while waiting for me to take the next step, one she was initially confident that I would take, but with the passage of time she began to question.
* * * * *
After dinner one night Ashley appeared to be frustrated. After becoming very close to her I could tell when something was bothering her. I took notice and passed it off as a conflict at school. But shortly after eating as I went to my room to get onto the internet she followed me, closing the door behind her.
When I noticed I turned, faced her and urgently whispered, "Are you crazy?"
"Yes," she confirmed, "you're making me this way. What is it? Am I not pretty enough? Why don't you want to touch me?"
I took a moment to try and verbalize what I was feeling but couldn't find the right words. "I can't."
Ashley was quick to turn the table on me. Returning the same words I'd used earlier she pressed, "You can't or you won't??"
"I... I don't know," I finally admitted, my arms sagging in defeat as I leaned back against the wall. "You're gorgeous. I really want to, believe me. But you're my sister. I just can't get past that."
"Just like you were so sure you couldn't kiss me because it'd creep you out," she quickly pointed out. "But look at us now, we make out twice a day."
My eyes guiltily lowered to the floor. "I know."
"You haven't even tried, not once," Ashley added.
I heard a rustle of clothing but didn't put two and two together.
"Look at me," she called out.
When my gaze lifted I heard myself gasp. She was topless, her breasts bare, pink nipples swollen. For a moment I admired the firm, perky swells before realizing how risky this was. Scared by the thought of being caught I pointed to the floor at the discarded blouse.
"Ash, you have to put that back on!" I urgently whispered.
She was braver than I was. "No, I won't. This feels dangerous, doesn't it? Is your heart pounding right now not knowing if we might get caught? I'll bet your cock is getting hard already."
"You are crazy," I decided as my manhood rapidly swelled.
She answered, "Only because you make me this way!"
"Th-Th-Then you'll get dressed?" I stammered, not quite sure how to rein in my bold, unpredictable sister.
She smiled with a naughty grin on her face and promised, "Only if you really want me to."
I wanted to fire back with, Of course I'm sure I'll want you to, but in my heart I wasn't entirely sure, so the words remained unspoken. I advanced to the bed on shaky legs and laid down beside her.
"Take this off, it'll feel better," she said before her hands removed my t-shirt as she took control of the moment .
Ashley settled down on my bed, moved to the far side, and patted the space beside her. "Just try, Tiny. Then tell me you can't, or won't. But something tells me you'll really enjoy how I feel."
"You're not crazy, you're insane," I whispered before laying down beside her, nude from the waist up.
Her alluring blue eyes looked into mine. "If this is what it's like to be insane, then I'm okay with it."
As I lay on my left side facing her, left hand on the back of her neck, my right settled on her hip. Our faces moved in until out parted lips met, tongues extending into one another's mouth. We resumed the kissing we'd grown accustomed to, deep and passionate, as our young hearts raced with building arousal.
As we did my cock began its ritualistic expansion and my fingers lightly caressed the silky skin of her neck and waist. While the sounds of routine life filtered in from around us I focused on our kissing and touching. Our moving lips pressed tightly together, tongues entwined. Soon I was fully erect. My cock eagerly throbbed with erotic need.
I about jumped out of my skin when Ashley placed a hand on it and squeezed, fingers tracing along the bulge. A part of me wanted to stop her but instead I leaned in closer, increasing the pleasing pressure of her rubbing.
As my passion intensified my right hand that was fondling her lower back moved to her front. My fingers passed over her belly-button ring where I paused, building up my courage for what I knew where my hand wanted to go. Taking in a deep breath through my nose my hand shifted upwards and moved in closer. I felt the rapid beating of her heart and heard her soft, muffled moans of approval.
The closer my fingers got, the more urgent her squeezing of my erection became. My hips made slight thrusting motions as I pumped my cock against her hand. I could feel the leaking seed painting the inside of my undershorts as my cum began to boil, aching balls filled with tingling pressure.
Emboldened by my arousal my hand cupped her bare boob and squeezed around it, thumb rubbing on the diamond-hard, rapidly pulsing nipple. She moaned into my mouth, her back arching, anxiously thrusting her chest more tightly into my hand.
Our mouths kissed frantically, tongues swirling around one another as our arousal spiked. My fully engorged cock was urgently pulsating against the front of my pants in a bid to achieve its freedom. It must have called to her because I next felt her fingers eagerly tugging at the zipper and button.
With the thought of somebody catching us in this forbidden act and fearful of the repercussions, I pulled my mouth away from hers and peered into her steamy blue eyes. "We can't do this, Ash!"
"Too late," she frantically whispered as her hands guided my large, rigid shaft out into the open, soft fingers wrapping tightly around it. "We can't stop now, please! They'll never know, just be quiet."
She guided me onto my back and began kissing my neck before her soft, pursed lips and darting tongue blazed a trail down the center of my chest. At the same time her hands caressed my shoulders, chest, and abdomen. I couldn't believe how hard my cock was at that moment, my balls wildly tingling in response to the sexually-charged contact.
"You're not tiny at all," she realized as her eyes momentarily gazed at my large organ.
Ashley hesitated as her eyes took in the sight of the straining reddish-purple tip with the elongated eye rimmed with creamy wetness. I was taken aback when her head leaned down, the tip of her tongue and soft lips tentatively touching the swollen crown. She acted like this was her first time with a guy and was interested in experiencing the act but was also afraid to do it.
Anxious to know what it was like to feel a girl's mouth touching me there I gently grasped the back of her head and applied gentle downward pressure. When she knew that I wanted her to do I felt her mouth taking the tip inside, licking and sucking timidly on it.
I quietly gasped and moaned as I enjoyed the overwhelming sensations she created within me. My lower abdomen tensed, toes curled, and my body began pumping up and down ever so slightly. My cock worked a little deeper inside as she nervously surrounded it with her wet, heated mouth. It had never throbbed as hard as it was at this moment.
With her hands gripping the bottom half of my shaft her head raised and lowered, sliding those awesome lips up and down. It was all I could do to keep from spewing my load at that very moment, but I somehow held back. Thankfully a few moments later she pulled off of me and looked up into my eyes.
"Make love to me," she requested in a pleading whisper and impatiently waited for my answer.
Sensing I was making a life-changing mistake that I might regret for the rest of my life I couldn't help but to nervously nod my agreement. Ashley smiled widely, briefly coiled her arms around my neck and kissed my lips. Then she urgently removed her shorts and panties as I took off the rest of my clothes.
With me still laying on my back she straddled my crotch and lowered, holding the shaft of my rigid cock in her right hand as she placed it at her opening. I could feel the wet heat of her pussy against my sensitized tip and it was fantastic. As she started to push down on it I reached forward and gripped her hips, then pulled her down as my hips started to drive upwards into her.
Ashley's pussy was very small compared to my large organ. I felt her hips wiggling and pelvis rotating forward and back. Using more strength our bodies compressed together tighter, quiet moans escaping her lips as her pussy reluctantly stretched.
Just as I began to wonder if we'd be able to even do this, I felt an incredible thing as her opening widened enough and the tip of my cock was seemingly pulled inside. She gasped when I penetrated and hesitated a moment before we continued to merge our sexes together. It was almost like a physical workout as we made all kinds of rhythmic movements to work me deeper inside.
My overheated body was tensed and sweaty, my balls were again on the verge of exploding. After managing to take half of my size Ashley pulled up and started to move me back and forth within her hot core. Her wet heat surrounded my rigid, throbbing organ as we made love to one another for the first but far from the last time.
With the significant risk we were taking in the forefront of my mind I desperately hoped nobody would become curious as to our whereabouts. My sister had been right -- the danger only added to the excitement of our coupling, making my cock as hard as granite knowing the others were possibly a few scant yards away.
As the arousal of our merging bodies intensified so did the urgency of our frantic lovemaking. Her pussy had finally widened enough to surround all of me and created amazing sensations that had my balls filled with tingling pressure. Once more my boiling cum ached for release and this time I could not delay the approaching climax.
A moment before I peaked, Ashley's sweaty, writhing form clenched hard. As her body bucked in uncontrollable spasms of ecstasy on top of mine, my cum began its ascent. I quietly groaned as my pleasure intensified, then I twitched as the powerful ejaculations began.
I rammed upward into her tight canal with hard, fast strokes, cock squirting ribbons of seed deeply into her center. Once I finished Ashley smiled down at me with a reddened, sweat-moistened face before leaning down and sweetly kissing my lips.
"Wasn't so bad, was it?" she whispered into my ear.
"It was fantastic, you were fantastic, I had no idea," I admitted with brightly shining eyes.
The forbidden sexual act we'd engaged in and had somehow gotten away with changed the landscape of our relationship forever.
* * * * *
The three other guys at my work frequently talked about sex. They were older, in their early thirties to their middle forties. I usually tuned them out as we gathered in the break area waiting for the arrival of trucks hauling in recycled goods, or when we were there to eat. But now, having finally engaged in sex, my ears perked up and listened to the possible knowledge they might unknowingly dispense.
On this night the conversation turned to oral sex, which everyone seemed to have something to say about.
"Roy, I thought black men didn't go down on women?" one remarked, which sparked laughter amongst the group.
"Don't believe everything you hear about black men," Roy cautioned, who was the oldest on the night crew. "I love my woman in all kinds of ways. Ways even you wouldn't believe."
Another piped up and shared his experiences and techniques, followed by the third. Although I sat there acting oblivious the whole time my burning ears were listening and mind considering the erotic potential this act could have if I surprised Ashley with it.
The rest of the night as I worked, my mind mulled over the images of performing oral sex and the things that might make it an enjoyable event for her. I was nervous about the idea due to my lack of experience, but at least the shared sexual stories gave me a slight boost in confidence. Would it be enough? I'd know soon enough.
As had become our routine Ashley was already waiting for me when I got home. We hugged and kissed one another in silent greeting, but after taking her hand in mine instead of leading her to the living room couch I instead took her into my bedroom and quietly closed the door.
Due to the odd hours I kept there was a nightlight in one wall outlet near the baseboard that provided enough illumination for us to see by. It was dim but our eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness and it was more than adequate for our covert, forbidden activities.
"What are you doing?" she whispered, and this time he smiled when he detected nervous fear in her voice. "Tiny, there's not enough time for this, please."
"Trust me," I said and quickly silenced her protests.
I sat her down on the edge of my bed and knelt on the floor between her parted thighs. Both of my hands moved to the back of her head and drew her mouth to mine, lips locked in a deep kiss with tongues entwined. I breathed in her heady mix of aromas and savored those tantalizing lips for several minutes.
Then my hands lifted her over-length yellow t-shirt up and off over her shoulders, leaving her sitting there in only her panties. My hands cupped her firm breasts and squeezed on the supple swells, index fingers teasing the swollen tips.
Ashley leaned back on her elbows. I heard soft moans escaping her lips as her legs widened further. When my lips left hers they trailed down her neck before pausing at her boobs, flicking tongue gently attacking each of her nipples in turn. The rigid pink peaks were left wet and throbbing, her body sensitized and wanting more.
"Don't stop, harder," she pleaded in a barely audible whisper.
I moved my mouth back to the nipple I first suckled and repeated the teasing motion, applying even more suction as the tip of my tongue batted at the shaft like a kitten playing with an overhead toy. After a few moments my lips shifted to the other one. As I did this my hands were caressing her hips and shapely ass.
When I could smell the slight hint of her arousal wafting upwards I knew my intimate stimulation was having the intended effect. My lips kissed a meandering path down the front of her body, tongue teasing the belly-button ring and surrounding skin. I heard her softly gasp when my mouth continued its downward path, perhaps as she realized what devious thing I had in mind.
Before long any remaining doubt had been completely erased. Deeply inhaling I fully immersed myself in her feminine aroma. After I pulled her panties off then I placed my hands on her inner thighs and used my thumbs to gently pull the outer folds apart. With her most treasured part exposed my flicking tongue began its playful explorations as I recalled the tips shared by the men at my work.
Foreplay is the key, he remembered hearing, which he'd already done.
And also, Don't go for the clit right off, build up to it, tongue her entire slit and ignore that special place until her body is squirming with need.
And so my tongue began at the bottom of her heated pussy, thrusting at her entrance several times before teasing her slit. I repeated this over and over. Within a few minutes she was moaning with a heavy breath, her fingers wrapped in my short hair as she attempted to direct my attention to her most sensitive bud.
"Please, Tiny," she begged as her body shuddered hard.
Despite her urgent, whispered pleas, I pretended not to hear or understand them. My tongue returned to her opening, tasting the tangy, seeping nectar. I was put off at first but recalled the others laughing about how enjoying a woman was an acquired taste, one well worth the effort. So I mentally quelled my lurching stomach and maintained the teasing. It wasn't long before my lips, brow and upper chin were glazed with her wetness.
I could hear her soft cries as my hands gripped her squirming body. Repeatedly she begged for me to suck her clit, even making an attempt to stroke it herself. But I captured her wrists in one hand and prevented her from interceding.
Sensing her building need I finally gave her what she wanted. My mouth attacked her clit, feasted on it. At the same time I gripped her under the knees and hoisted her slender legs high and wide apart, opening her up as she'd never been opened before. All I could heard were her hushed moans of delight as I gave her everything she wanted and more as she wildly shuddered on the bed.
It didn't take long. With all of the teasing she was already on the verge when I heard the moans become cries muffled by the pillow. A few moments later her nubile form tightly clenched and then the wild spasms of her orgasm played out. I did my best to keep my lips and tongue pressed against her clit despite the bucking movements of her body.
Once the climax diminished Ashley went limp as she collapsed on the bed. I joined her, holding her close, wiping her juice from my face with the end of the pillowcase.
"That was awesome," she shared with me afterwards. "You have more experience than you led me to believe."
I didn't comment on my complete lack of it. Instead I refrained from making any statements, corroborative or otherwise.
* * * * *
Weeks became months, and before I knew it Ashley was a proud high school graduate. She turned down the idea of college in family discussions on the topic and instead accepted a job as a secretary by day where I worked at night. Although we continued to live under the same roof, with the other family members in close proximity, the thrill of the risks we were taking only heightened our arousal.
Born of passion, love blossomed. Neither of us knew at which point that threshold had been crossed as it had been slow in developing, but its existence was nonetheless undeniable.
One weekend night as we lay in my bed as the rest of the family slumbered, I spilled my feelings for my half-sister. "I love you so much, Ash. I can't even think of life, a real life, without you in it."
"I love you too and feel the same way," she reiterated. "But..."
"But it's complicated." I expressed this because I'd been thinking how we could possibly make a life together and make it work in a society where such a thing was strictly taboo. "But there must be a way. And if this is meant to be, then we will triumph."
Although my determination was well received, she remained skeptical. I couldn't blame her. In this day and age with technology so prevalent, information available with a stroke of a keyboard, could such a feat even be accomplished?
As we lay there. our nude bodies cooling off after the sex we'd just enjoyed, my sister blew me away with some unwanted news.
"Mom knows," she suddenly blurted out, unable to bear the burden of the stress any longer.
I was incredulous and nearly jumped out of bed. "What!?"
"Last week," Ashley informed me. "That morning when we cut it too close, she caught me leaving your room and her eyes told me she knew."
My body tensed as I saw my future still ahead of me coming to an unexpected stop, replaced by life in a prison cell with the sister that I loved replaced by fat, stinky, hairy, tattooed men.
Then I began to question her announcement as mere misunderstood panic. "She couldn't have, otherwise we wouldn't be here right now."
Ashley smiled cordially. "Mom knows more than you give her credit for."
"What are you saying, Ash?"
"My dad isn't your dad." There, the big secret was out, her eyes appeared to tell me.
I grasped my hair and tugged on it hard. "I am so confused. What are you saying?"
After a brief pause she explained. "What I'm saying is that mom understands. She's been having an affair with her dad. And she's had some tests done, tests she's kept secret. But there's no doubt that me, Blaire and Claire have a different dad."
I was blown away by this shocking revelation to the point where my head was spinning. I allowed several minutes to pass as I tried to wrap my mind around this without much success. Before long it was my big head that was throbbing, and not in a good way.
"I still don't..." my voice began but faltered before trailing off.
"Tiny, we're not related."
Her words suddenly made the path to our future crystal clear. But I was still left feeling like my head was in a fog.
* * * * *
Several months elapsed when I started to become haunted by the fact that Ashley's mom knew what was going on in my room behind closed doors. Whether or not she approved was neither here nor there, it was the lone fact that she knew which I was so uncomfortable with.
With her mom's silence being taken by Ashley as approval despite the risk of the others finding out, she was spending more and more time in my bed in the evenings. And on weekends she'd started sharing it for the whole night.
"Ash, maybe you should go to your own bed," I hesitantly suggested, uncertain of how she might react. "What happens when Blaire gets back from her date and you're not there?"
Claire had since moved in with her boyfriend and was going to the local community college.
"Don't worry, she'll think I am," Ashley told me with an air of confidence. "I'm very good at making it look like I'm in bed. Been doing it for a long time and she hasn't figured it out yet."
Probably because she doesn't care, I thought but didn't say. It was sad but Blaire and Claire had long since acted as if their third identical copy was so different from them that they had stopped treating her as one of them.
"Can we try something different this time?" she asked.
I tried my best to focus on her. "Like what?"
With just the nightlight providing the only illumination she reached for the bedside table and held up a tube of lubricant and a wrapped condom. "Once we're ready can you try it in my bottom?"
The thought had crossed my mind a couple of times. No subject was taboo at my work and this topic had been raised several times with mixed reactions, so I wasn't sure if I should bring it to Ashley's attention. But as she was the one suggesting it I hesitantly agreed.
"Sure, if you want. When we're ready."
Earlier in our relationship I got hard when she was merely close by, and ready to explode with just a brief amount of intimate contact. But now I had grown accustomed to her, of enjoying sex with her, and it took longer to become aroused and, even better, when we did have sex it lasted much longer.
Her smile widened, eyes shining brightly at my willingness to try something new. Her warm nude body moved on top of mine, her legs spreading as she placed her pussy against my semi-hard shaft. "Then let's get us ready."
Her mouth covered mine in a deep, passionate kiss, tongues fully immersed in the intimate embrace.
I had to admit that I loved my sister above all else. Even though maybe, biologically speaking, she might not be after the secret her mom had shared with her. Yet despite my initial reluctance to be intimate with her, thinking that it would creep me out, now I longed for her as nobody else.
This was what I was thinking as I hugged her warm body against mine, aware of the feel of her breasts crushed between us, the nipples hard and pulsating with life. Now my cock began filling in, lengthening, thickening in anticipation of pleasure. Once it turned rigid she started grinding her puffy labia against the top of my shaft, rubbing suggestively it up and down.
With our arousal heightened my own need grew. I moved my hands to between our bodies and cupped her supple swells, squeezing on the firm boobs as my thumbs coaxed the stiff nipples. This suddenly shifted Ashley into a higher gear. She moaned into my mouth as her body squirmed atop mine, wet pussy rapidly stroking my cock, painting it with her lubricating juice.
When she was ready Ashley sat up and guided the tip of my shaft to her opening. When her body lowered it penetrated and with practiced precision we quickly worked it fully inside. She leaned forward on her hands to allow me to maul her tits as our bodies rocked in unison, moving my cock within her heated center.
How I loved being inside of her. I never tired of the wet heat of her pussy, how it wrapped so snugly around all aspects of my throbbing shaft. And the way she used her hips and pelvis made everything even better. When it pulled out she angled her body so that it tugged upward on it, sending the most amazing tingling chills through my lower abdomen. But then it easily pushed back inside to the hilt.
And we kept doing this in a rapid rhythm. In and out, in and out. The whole time our lips were locked together as my hands pawed her awesome tits with those stiff peaks pulsing like crazy between two twisting fingers.
It didn't take Ashley long. It hadn't lately, not once she was all wet and eager to have her cunt pounded into like I was doing right then. When her mouth separated from mine and her heavy breaths were accompanied by squelched cries I knew she was close. Seconds later she gasped and her entire form clenched hard.
This was followed by the spastic convulsions of her ecstasy. I kept ramming my cock deeply into her as she wildly writhed on top of me. I felt her pussy constricting tighter around my shaft, followed by a brief surge of additional wetness that dripped out and over my jerking scrotum. Once the climax passed her stiff form relaxed and she gazed longingly into my eyes.
"Let's try it now," she suggested, then rolled off of me and onto her knees and elbows.
I tore the package open and rolled on the condom, then removed the cap from the tube of lubricant and squeezed out a thick line of gel along my entire length. After smearing it around I also applied more to a finger and spread her cheeks with one hand as I lubed up her rectal opening with the other.
Once it was slick I gently worked one finger inside, then a second. Her hips wiggled to ease the discomfort of the penetrating digits until she could take them comfortably. Just to make sure I fucked her ass with them several more times, pushing them in as far as they could extend before removing them.
"Ready?" I asked.
She was still breathless but nodded. Not confident at all in what we were trying to do, just having heard snippets of conversations about this kind of sex at work, I placed the tip of my granite-hard cock against the tight ring, gripped her hips for support, and began pushing forward. Ashley applied backwards pressure as our bodies began grinding together.
It took a little patience and I could hear her muffled cries as she released them into a pillow, but the straining tip managed to penetrate. Once this happened my cock was able to burrow inside with more success and less resistance on the part of her ass. Before long I was fucking her, enjoying the feeling of her tight body surrounding mine.
I couldn't see but I sensed that she had a hand between her spread legs and was rubbing on her clit as I moved back and forth, cock sliding in and halfway out before going forward again. A couple of minutes elapsed before we fell into a nice rhythm. I found that I enjoyed this after all, despite my initial doubts.
About this time her breathing grew heavier, those same cries again sounded. And then once again her sweaty body went rigid as a second orgasm claimed her. She urgently bucked beneath me and added fuel to my excitement.
Shortly after her climax ended I felt the pressure in my balls reaching the boiling point. I savored the powerful sensations of tingling delight as my cum began to rise, and a second later it was my body that was jerking in uncontrollable spasms as my strong eruptions of seed filled the working end of the condom.
"Well, how was it for you?" she asked afterwards as we lay in one another's arms.
"It was nice," I admitted. "How about for you?"
"It was different," she decided. "It hurt at first, like when we first had sex, but it got better as we went along. Think you might want to do it again?"
I smiled and kissed her lips.
* * * * *
Knowing what I did about her mom made everything at home feel very awkward. It wasn't "home" to me anymore, and I knew it was time to find my own place.
"I found an apartment," I told Ashley before we started to kiss as she met me in the morning when I returned home from work.
Without hesitation she said, "I'm moving with you."
I was hesitant. "What would the rest of the family think?"
She looked at me questioningly. "Are you saying I'm not welcome?"
I tried to disarm her sudden flare of anger with a smile, but it didn't work. "No, of course I'm not. I want you to always be a part of my life."
"Then I'm moving with you," she told me. "I don't really care what the others think. You're the one that I love. Blaire and Claire have just put up with me all these years, we don't have what one could call a sister-sister relationship. And mom... I don't know what to think since she told me what she did. All I know is that I can't enjoy a life with you without being a bigger part of it."
* * * * *
A month later Ashley and I moved out. We never were close with anyone else in the family. I tried keeping in touch with my dad out of courtesy to him but I think the thought of us two sharing an apartment was simply too much for him to deal with. I didn't know if he still thought we were related, but I wasn't about to enlighten him.
As for Ashley and me, we're incredibly happy together. A few months after moving in I got a supervisor position on days and worked the same hours Ashley did, which simplified so many things. The sex we had was always hot, and we experimented quite a bit. Some things turned out nice, others not so much. But we always looked for ways to improve our intimacy.
There are so many examples of failed relationships and so few of ones that last a lifetime. Ours will last, and last forever, we both know this in our hearts. If I could write I might have considered writing a story about us. But I can't. So maybe someone out there, one day, will. And if that someone does, all that I ask is that you give it the title that I would have given it, simple but sweet... "Ashley & Me".